In pursuit of Venus

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In pursuit of Venus 

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In pursuit of Venus I flee

I flee this persimmon pulsed prison

of goods, cash and thwarted passion

I fling off my cloak, gather my

skirt fast-held for flight in one firm fist

and run

In pursuit of Venus I flee

feet flying into the wild wooded luminous lens

into that eye of wanton white whirling light

Possessions. Past. All now tumbled irrelevancies,

dropped, discarded, already forgotten falsities -

Here in the lush madness of mossy green

I toss my shoes and feel the wet earth

cool, calm and welcoming under the arch of

my soul and arrive, -

panting- slowed – at the edge of that

oft envisioned clearing

Here.

At last.

Bathed in the glory of Venus,

Reflected in the lens of the Goddess

Borne on wings of desire into being

waits

my

beloved

bare arms flung wide

in rapacious anticipation

and

I 

stop.

~ 

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